Frosted ButterflyWhat happens when everyone but your own feet becomes invisible? When your downward cast eyelashes frost over and your features are cast from ice with blunt chisels. Striking another chip away from your frozen wings with every word you ignore. Suddenly from the cold moon a spirit with warm tropical blue wings whispers againt the silver light to breeze onto your bare shoulder. The butterfly flickers it's serene wings and the smallest of breezes ruffles your feathers and hair. You open your frozen eyes and chase away the demons with the light from your heart that rings out golden with warmth. The blue butterfly lifts off and floats away. Without hesitation you spread your own wings and follow off into the yellow rising sun.